| Well, he sits up there on his leatherette
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| Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn’t had yet
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| When he thinks he wants a closer look
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| He gets out his little black telephone book
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| He’s calling, calling, calling
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| He’s calling, calling, calling
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| He’s calling, calling, calling
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| He’s calling
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| Come sit down here beside me, honey
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| Let’s have a little heart to heart
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| Now look at me and tell me, darling
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| How badly do you want this part?
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| Are you willing to sacrifice?
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| And are you willing to be real nice?
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| All your talent and my good taste
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| I’d hate to see it go to waste
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| We gon' get you an apartment, honey
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| We gon' get you a car
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| (Yeah, we’re going to take care of you, darling)
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| We gon' make you a movie star
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| For years I’ve seen 'em come and go
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| He says, «I've had 'em all, ya know.»
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| I handled everything in my own way
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| I made 'em what they are today
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| After 'while nothing was pretty
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| After 'while everything got lost
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| Still, his Jacuzzi runneth over
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| Still he just couldn’t get off
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| He’s just another power junky
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| Just another silk scarf monkey
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| You’d know it if you saw his stuff
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| The man just isn’t big enough |